“Nether Dragon Blood Ignition... Awakening!”
Minglong Xuan roared, his imperial flames and bloodline power surging into the dragon-scale shield before him.
“Buzz!”
In an instant, the shield expanded, and from within it, a colossal dragon burst forth, roaring as it charged straight at Long Chen.
“With that meager imperial flame of yours, how much power of a divine emperor weapon can you possibly unleash?”
Long Chen snorted coldly, his palm opening as imperial flames surged forth. With a single, domineering strike, he smacked down at the charging dragon.
“Boom!”
A thunderous explosion shook the battlefield as the dragon shattered into countless divine runes, scattering like a meteor shower across the sky.
“What?!”
Minglong Xuan’s heart clenched in disbelief. He had sacrificed a massive amount of bloodline and imperial flame energy just to activate the core power of the dragon-scale shield. Even though he didn’t expect this attack to completely annihilate Long Chen, it should have at least inflicted serious damage.
This dragon-scale shield was a relic of unfathomable origins. Even tapping into a fraction of its rune power was enough to obliterate a powerhouse with nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of imperial flame. Yet now, this supposedly devastating strike had been casually slapped apart by Long Chen.
Before he could react, Long Chen had already flashed forward, closing the distance between them in an instant.
“Try this!”
Long Chen’s palm opened, and a radiant ten-symbol rune appeared in its center. The raging imperial flames around him suddenly fell silent, as if time itself had frozen.
A chilling sense of impending doom enveloped Minglong Xuan, making his entire body break out in a cold sweat. He bellowed in desperation, gripping his shield with both hands and pouring every ounce of his strength into it.
“Buzz!”
The dragon-scale shield flared with divine brilliance, its ancient runes illuminating as the vast might of a god-emperor erupted forth. Minglong Xuan had staked everything, forcibly drawing upon the shield’s supreme power.
“Boom!”
Long Chen’s palm slammed into the dragon-scale shield, unleashing a cataclysmic force. Shockwaves rippled outward, warping the very fabric of space.
The elite experts who had just approached Long Chen were instantly blasted away. The expanding shockwaves engulfed countless powerful cultivators in the surroundings.
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”
Blood exploded in the air, limbs were severed, and agonized screams filled the heavens. Against this apocalyptic force, even the mighty dragon warriors were reduced to nothing but dust and fragments.
“Raging Dragon Guards the Heavens!”
Far in the distance, the strongest members of the Xi Dragon Clan were struck with horror. Xi Yuanqing, their leader, reacted first, roaring as he summoned a mystical vision.
A procession of one-horned dragons materialized, coiling protectively around their group. Seeing this, the others hurriedly channeled their bloodline and imperial flames into the formation.
“Boom!”
Just as they finished, the devastating shockwave arrived, crashing against their defenses with an earth-shattering impact. Their summoned vision cracked like a brittle eggshell before shattering completely.
They were hurled backward, coughing blood, their bodies battered. It was only due to the layers of resistance—the distance, the initial casualties, and the defensive vision—that they barely clung to life.
Xi Yuanqing wiped the blood from his lips, his gaze darting forward. What he saw turned his veins to ice.
The once-crowded battlefield had been emptied. Only a handful of supreme warriors remained, hovering in the air, their faces etched with terror as they stared at Long Chen.
Long Chen stood there, unshaken, while Minglong Xuan barely remained upright in front of him. Or rather, half of him did—because the other half of his body was simply gone.
His dragon-scale shield, once his proudest treasure, had been reduced to a fractured remnant barely clinging together.
“Crack… Crack… Boom!”
The remaining half of the shield crumbled into dust. This legendary divine emperor artifact had been utterly destroyed.
Minglong Xuan’s eyes widened with fear and despair. He finally understood. Xi Yuanqing had been right all along. He wanted to turn and look at him, but his vision blurred, his soul unraveling.
In his fading consciousness, he glimpsed a translucent vine creeping toward him. Before he could react, his world plunged into eternal darkness.
“Whoosh!”
Zhizhi swiftly dragged Minglong Xuan’s lifeless body into the chaotic space, while spectral tendrils materialized, weaving into the void.
As they did, the battlefield’s dense, polluted energy began to clear. The suffocating blood mist dissipated, and the sky regained its pristine tranquility.
“Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!”
Long Chen’s body pulsed with divine light as imperial flames roared around him. He had killed too many in a single strike. The infinite energy of his victims was being greedily absorbed by his Supreme Bone, causing his dragon blood to boil with power.
Suddenly, he moved.
Like a phantom, he appeared before a surviving expert in a mere instant.
“No—!”
The man’s face twisted in horror. He swung his weapon in a desperate attempt to fend off Long Chen.
“Boom!”
A deafening crash echoed as the weapon was sent flying. A moment later, the expert’s severed head landed in Long Chen’s grasp.
“Run!”
The remaining warriors were thrown into absolute panic. Even Minglong Xuan had perished in a single move—what hope did they have?
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”
But as they tried to flee, Long Chen’s movements blurred. Each flicker of his form signaled another death. He was like a god of slaughter, reaping lives with every breath.
His earlier attack had shattered them beyond repair. Even those with nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of imperial flame had perished from the aftermath alone. The few survivors were gravely wounded, making them helpless before him.
“Lord Yuanqing, we have to escape!” the Xi Dragon warriors cried in terror.
Xi Yuanqing’s expression was filled with bitter helplessness. “Escape? Where? There’s nowhere left to run. Stay still, and maybe we’ll have a sliver of hope.”
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The swiftest among them crashed into a crimson barrier that had suddenly materialized.
Countless blood-colored dragonbone crescents had sealed off the entire battlefield, forming an inescapable deathtrap. The oppressive aura emanating from them sent shivers down every spine.
“Kill!”
One desperate soul charged at the barrier in defiance. But upon impact, he was sent flying back, coughing up blood. The barrier didn’t even ripple.
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”
One by one, they fell.
Long Chen was unstoppable. He was the harbinger of annihilation, the executioner of fate. No amount of begging or pleading could change their end.
When the last elite warrior fell, Long Chen finally turned to face the Xi Dragon warriors.
“I’ll give you one chance,” he said, his voice as cold as the abyss. “Give me a reason not to kill you.”
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